Monday, October 27, 2014

Real life is still so very real

So, today was my first day back to work after my unexpected three-day “vacation” in Resort du Hospitale.

Normally when I’m taking even one day off, there’s a certain amount of ‘putting things to bed’ before I log off before I take off. Just kind of proactively dealing with certain things, giving others the background info they might need in case things go awry, that kind of stuff.

Obviously, I didn’t do any of that. It was supposed to just be a quick, after-work-even appointment with the orthopedic guy; I had absolutely no idea, I never would have guessed, that I’d end up in the hospital for gah’s sake.

Even when I was getting the ultrasound because he was all, “{mutter-mutter-clots}”, I still didn’t honestly think that, you know, there actually would be…anything in there.

I expected the usual fuss-n-bother-and-nothing-comes-of-it. Because that’s what always happens. Except when it doesn’t.

So today basically went like this:

I made my own coffee this morning

Which meant having to go downstairs all by myself like a Big Girl

Illusion of being on the road back to self-reliance: Shattered

It costs me way more than I like to admit to do something as simple as “get downstairs, and then back up again”

Also, I do still need the stupid crutches

Argh!

NOT THAT I’M COUNTING (<= lies!), but, this would be Day 17 since I tore that @^*&2ing muscle

ARGH!

Several people are asking me – rather pointedly – how long this or that is going to take, because, per their email from AHEM, LAST WEEK WEDNESDAY…!

It would be much simpler if I would just own up and say, “Sorry, heh-heh, funny story, actually, see, I was unexpectedly hospitalized last week so I lost a couple days…?”

But I would rather die than have this become common knowledge at work

Well. Maybe not die.

But I’d definitely rather put up with people growling at me about their timelines

AND THEN, I got a call from the nurse advocate at the insurance company

Because the hospital stay was declined

Because the information they got was basically “we admitted her because of reasons”

Attending physician? => blank

Diagnosis/Reason for Incarceration Admission? => blank

Treatment Plan? => blank

Reason for Discharge? => blank

Apparently, “because we admitted her” is not considered a ‘medically necessary’ reason to admit someone to the hospital

Go figure

{bangs head on desk for a while}

That One Guy on the team naturally managed to go charging off in all the wrong directions while I was away

He always does this

ALWAYS

Honestly, his capacity for being Just Completely Wrong seems bottomless

It’s like a gift, really

A dark, dark gift…

And, why the end result of this always seems to boomerang back to me is something I ask myself on pretty much a weekly basis…

THEN, when I’m up to my eyebrows in All The Above, I got a call from the ‘patient something or other’ person – basically the nurse who makes sure you’re behaving yourself when you’ve been discharged

I was asked if I was remembering to do the elebenty-bazillion salutations in the cardinal directions on hourly intervals per release protocol

“…yes…?” <= lies, had only done one (1) round of the salutations, while still in bed that morning

And in only two of the cardinal directions

Bah, humbug!

AND TO CAP IT ALL OFF, RIGHT BEFORE LOGGING OFF FOR THE DAY…I find that the reason something “looks a little wrong” in the thing I was working on a while ago was because I had made a mistake in the code

…one that somebody else discovered…

@^*&@!

So, to sum up:

I quit

I quit

I quit

I quit

I quit

I quit

There. I think that about covers it for tonight.

Tune in next time, when I’ll complain vigorously about the clothes moths (!!!!) that moved in shortly after all the construction began, and which now love to flutter juuuuuuuust out of my reach because I’d swear they know I can’t leap to my feet to squash them…!

3 comments:

I hate to sound like someone's mother, but is it possible you should actually just 'fess up to your colleagues about the injury and subsequent hospitalization? Because here's the thing: if they don't know, you can't milk it. :-OTake care of yourself!!